Personality Riffraff

So, so, my stream of thoughts flows, down, down, to the memory goes, and when the aged picture shows, the subtle wind of persistence blows. Speak of my obscurely weird life, that very one full of strife, for when the young and the aged fight, even wind witches will stand in sight.

Oh yes, this is him, not mean or dim, but a guy of wits. And when you see my shit around ya seat, fret not, I ain't just gonna piss on sheets.

Hear, hear. Hun, I'm confused like I have dope infused. But not when sanity is induced can I get a bit of deuce. So in the time of old as the pictures show, as another I tried to pose, but this life of mine slowly glows. Why not yield in ego and stretch as bow?

So much for a deranged guy, walking mindless as a silly sly, ask when his stream runs dry, will he his source path ply? As a bird he hovers around, to the devil's den his way abound, say, when will he yield the saviour's sound.

Riffraff, riffraff, much more than a wasteful chaff. Hear him barf, much more than a female calf. But who made him daft? For he thinks as an anchorless raft, or perhaps his death wish is in a draft as he prepares to fall on the pointed shaft. Lol, Lol, he is without will, not even a death note draft, yet he plies on without will. See, behold the personality riffraff.

Riffraff, life unfolds on a flipchart, dance along a hallway of kitkat, and mellow, bellow like a pussy cat. What re you gonna do under the devil's pat, taking hits from demons with pointed darts. Just look at this old fart, what you gonna do with a darkened hat.

Crazy guy, crazy eyes, couldn't you get a humble size. King of thugs, Prince of thieves, couldn't you be a noble chief. The rarest beads, the fairest rubies, seek thou not a princely seat? Riffraff, riffraff, go on down the darkest pit, durh, no one gives a shit. When you get to hell, you ll get a classy cell.

Hear the wise's word, not the foolish talks. Look and live, walk blindlessly to the bees hive. Save your soul, stray not to the devil's bowl.

#Altarboy

you try.. soon you will jump into commercial.. Nigerianrapsucks#

Mathematical:
you try.. soon you will jump into commercial.. Nigerianrapsucks#

That, may be true. I'm not a rapper. I write. Just that. No commercial. Thanks anyway.

epelumi42:


That, may be true. I'm not a rapper. I write. Just that. No commercial. Thanks anyway.

No commercial? Loolz.

Mathematical:

No commercial? Loolz.

Nice signature you got there...

epelumi42:


Nice signature you got there...

Thanks

epelumi42:
Personality Riffraff

So, so, my stream of thoughts flows, down, down, to the memory goes, and when the aged picture shows, the subtle wind of persistence blows. Speak of my obscurely weird life, that very one full of strife, for when the young and the aged fight, even wind witches will stand in sight.

Oh yes, this is him, not mean or dim, but a guy of wits. And when you see my shit around ya seat, fret not, I ain't just gonna piss on sheets.

Hear, hear. Hun, I'm confused like I have dope infused. But not when sanity is induced can I get a bit of deuce. So in the time of old as the pictures show, as another I tried to pose, but this life of mine slowly glows. Why not yield in ego and stretch as bow?

So much for a deranged guy, walking mindless as a silly sly, ask when his stream runs dry, will he his source path ply? As a bird he hovers around, to the devil's den his way abound, say, when will he yield the saviour's sound.

Riffraff, riffraff, much more than a wasteful chaff. Hear him barf, much more than a female calf. But who made him daft? For he thinks as an anchorless raft, or perhaps his death wish is in a draft as he prepares to fall on the pointed shaft. Lol, Lol, he is without will, not even a death note draft, yet he plies on without will. See, behold the personality riffraff.

Riffraff, life unfolds on a flipchart, dance along a hallway of kitkat, and mellow, bellow like a pussy cat. What re you gonna do under the devil's pat, taking hits from demons with pointed darts. Just look at this old fart, what you gonna do with a darkened hat.

Crazy guy, crazy eyes, couldn't you get a humble size. King of thugs, Prince of thieves, couldn't you be a noble chief. The rarest beads, the fairest rubies, seek thou not a princely seat? Riffraff, riffraff, go on down the darkest pit, durh, no one gives a shit. When you get to hell, you ll get a classy cell.

Hear the wise's word, not the foolish talks. Look and live, walk blindlessly to the bees hive. Save your soul, stray not to the devil's bowl.

#Altarboy

guy kep it up,one day u gonna rock d world

jvincent:
guy kep it up,one day u gonna rock d world

thanks man